Now let’s go, Morty. We’ve got a lot of friends and family to exterminate.
Nobody’s killing me until after I catch my wife with another man.
My son is gonna take over the planet, and I am too young to drive. Can you help me get him back?[to Jerry]
Mr. President, if I’ve learned one thing today, it’s that sometimes you have to not give a f***!
Morty, relax. They’re face-hugging parasites. I don’t think their society’s gonna be that hard to navigate. Okay, yeah, this might be a little harder than I thought. Holy s***, they’ve got an M&M’s store.
Morty, in space, we have something we call the non-interference policy. We got the wiper fluid. We watched them kill each other. We’re leaving.
Morty, if winning an argument is that important to you, you were never alive!
Morty, come on! We got to get you out of here. You’re not gonna believe this because it usually never happens, but I made a mistake.
Morty, 20 people try to kill me every week. I end up getting high with half of them.
Maybe the lesson we’ve learned is that, whether it’s our parents’ marriage, a glowing green rock, or an awesome, giant arm, sooner or later, we got to let it go.
Living without consequences is great, but then I started wondering, what am I living for? What am I building? If I’m always looking back, I’m never looking ahead. And then it hit me. We are who we are because of consequences.
It’s showtime, Morty. And I don’t mean a bad impression of HBO. I mean, “Time for a show.”
